22 Why do you persecute me as God does? Don’t you get tired of hurting me?
23 “I wish someone would write down everything I say. I wish my words were written on a scroll.
24 I wish they were carved with an iron tool into lead or scratched on a rock so that they would last forever.
25 I know that there is someone to defend me and that he lives! And in the end, he will stand here on earth and defend me.
26 After I leave my body and my skin has been destroyed, I know I will still see God.
27 I will see him with my own eyes. I myself, not someone else, will see God. And I cannot tell you how excited that makes me feel!
28 “Maybe you will say, ‘How can we push Job a little harder and make him realize that he is the source of his problems?’